i sat all day w/the black beetles of madness climbing what’s left of my backbone i sat all day w/my frayed, swiss cheese self-esteem, fingering the holes i sat all day w/my suicide snickering from my cuticles & whispering grab the big kitchen knife, boy

i sat all day w/the skeleton of god, running a cup back & forth over the ribcage, begging for just one of my unanswered prayers until i went to the window & gazed at the immaculate clouds backlit by the spring moon, bright bouquets of benevolence